Congratulations to Andrew Martin for his win on Wednesday. Somme Stations is a very fine book. Of course, I would have liked to win it myself, but at least this way I didn’t have to make a speech.
It was a very good evening. The Athenaeum is an amazing place, as we walked up the grand staircase Ned said ‘this is the poshest building I have ever been in.’ I was too busy concentrating on walking in high-heels to reply. Then as soon as we arrived in the room some kind person thrust glasses of champagne into our hands and we started to feel quite at home. After the announcement, more champagne and lots of chat, Headline took us out for dinner. Not sure if it was mixing booze and industrial quantities of cough medicine, or the relief of the announcement being out of the way, but I was high as a kite. Probably all three. Felt very looked after by the beautiful Headline crowd anyway.
Am still sick, but the doctor says my lungs are clear and asks me to just suffer through it rather than take antibiotics. Fair enough. I can still type, and have realised one of my characters in the new book has to get ill, so maybe I’ll take some notes and call it research. Everything is material.